"Fellow Daoist Qin, I don't know if I'm going to pose the question. Do you have anything to say?"
Wusun Lingshuang did not ask the question immediately, but looked at Qin Dong with a smile and asked in public.
There is no doubt that Liu Wenxin has the upper hand in this wave of literary fights.
If she had given Liu Wenxin's consent before giving the topic, it would inevitably be suspected of collusion. In order to avoid being unfair, Wusun Lingshuang simply asked Qin Dong for his opinion.
As he said this, Wusun Lingshuang could not help but reveal a trace of pity in his eyes. He felt that Qin Dong was unfamiliar with this place and was a newbie here. He was really unlucky to meet someone as tough as Liu Wenxin.
It would be nothing to lose a 'Bingqing Jade Lotus' later, but losing the reputation of the Qianyang Sword Sect in public and losing face would be an irreparable tragedy.
"It doesn't matter, just come up with the question."
Qin Dong said calmly.
"Since both of you agree, then the meaning of this question should be 'nostalgic'."
Wusun Lingshuang said softly.
"Nostalgic?"
Everyone around him had a faint smile on his face after listening to it. This question was not difficult to say, nor was it easy to say, but it was a decent question.
Just wait and see how Liu Wenxin and Qin Dong will solve this problem and compete against each other next.
Bi Wen Dou is not just as simple as solving problems, but also needs to be poetic and overwhelm the opponent in order to win.
"This question is indeed a bit difficult, but... Liu is not talented, so he took the first shot."
Liu Wenxin smiled confidently, paused, and recited in front of everyone: "Everything in the world is impermanent, and it only happens once in a thousand years. The sloping valley is empty, and there is no wind from yesterday."
"Haha! What a poem! It's really a good poem!"
"It's such an empty valley, no wind from yesterday..."
"Liu Wenxin is indeed a talented person of love. Even though this question has nothing to do with it, it is actually profound and touching!"
After reciting the poem, the audience burst into cheers. It has to be said that Liu Wenxin can be regarded as a love saint. It is not without luck, and it is definitely not without reason.
This poem, with only a few lines, shows a profound literary background and cultivation. If someone has been immersed in this art for many years, he will never be able to create such beautiful lines.
Even Xue Ziyan couldn't help but turn pale after hearing this, knowing that Qin Dong had met a real opponent this time.
It had only been more than ten breaths since Wusun Lingshuang presented the problem, and Liu Wenxin completed the solution to the problem in front of a large audience. It can be seen that he is by no means a wasted name, but has real talent and learning.
No wonder Liu Wenxin has been staying at home these past few days, studying hard, and convened a large number of literary masters to discuss poetry on Tianxin Peak. It turns out... it was all for this moment.
Still calculated mentally but not intentionally, after making preparations in advance, it would be difficult for Qin Dong to beat Liu Wenxin's quatrain.
The most important thing is that when engaging in a literary fight, if you think about it carefully, you will understand that this was set by Liu Wenxin in advance. Using his own strengths to attack the enemy's weaknesses, Qin Dong instantly fell into a dilemma. Hell, at this point, even if you still want to regret it, it's too late.
"With Qin Dong's strength, is he worthy of competing with Liu Wenxin? This son's defeat is really expected..." Xing Gaotu shook his head secretly and was almost convinced that Qin Dong would be defeated by Liu Wenxin. .
How can such a prodigal be undefeated if his skills are not as good as those of others and he still has to pretend to be tough?
"It's a pity that Qin Dong, who could have a bright future, wants to commit suicide and offends Liu Wenxin. I'm afraid there is no way he can be saved now!"
Hu Yanyong sighed. He hoped that Qin Dong could struggle, but it was a pity that things went against his wishes.
But that thought, neither sad nor happy, murmured to himself: "Everything has its own cause and effect. I'm afraid I have to taste the bitter fruit planted by fellow Taoist Qin himself. It's sad...sigh..."
Several people looked at it this way, and the rest of the people's thoughts were naturally similar. Almost no one thought that Qin Dong still had a chance to make a comeback.
Liu Wenxin's talent has been recognized.
Where is Qin Dong?
Except for its small reputation among the Qianyang Sword Sect, looking at the major immortal sects, it is simply a 'little transparent' existence, dispensable, and very few people take it seriously.
He is at the bottom of the list in terms of strength, but that’s fine. He doesn’t even have any literary talent, so he dares to challenge Liu Wenxin? Isn't this looking for abuse?
Having been stepped into the mud this time, not only did no one complain, but they felt that all this was their own fault and they deserved it.
The negative voices came one after another. Qin Dong stood in the field, as if he had turned into a little partridge in the storm, trembling, and there was no possibility of raising his head and becoming a human being.
As everyone knows, all this is actually just an appearance.
After a moment of silence, Qin Dong suddenly said: "Fellow Daoist Liu, is your performance over?"
"Haha, if you have no ink in your mind and can't answer this question, then it should be over."
Liu Wenxin said with a proud face: "After defeat, don't forget to hand over a sacred object of the same level as the 'Bingqing Jade Lotus'. If not, you know the consequences."
"Isn't it just a poem? What's the difficulty? There happened to be an ancient poem somewhere in the Qin Dynasty, so I asked you for advice in person."
Qin Dong smiled, took a deep breath, and chanted slowly: "I have never seen the ancients before, and I have never seen the coming ones after me. Thinking of the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears alone..."
After reciting, he looked at Liu Wenxin and others, and said with a smile: "I don't know this poem, but it is related to the theme of nostalgia. Please taste it for yourself."
boom!
As soon as this poem came out, the originally noisy scene seemed to have come to a standstill.
quiet!
Extremely quiet!
Even the slightest breath can be heard clearly here, just like the drop of a needle!
Who would have thought——
Who could have expected——
Qin Dong casually wrote a poem and broke Liu Wenxin's golden body. Whether it was talent or poetry, they all soared into the sky, firmly overtaking the opponent and overpowering him!
"The ancients have never been seen before, and the newcomers have never been seen since. This... this..."
"Oh my god, what kind of artistic conception is this? There are only twenty-two words in total, but it makes me feel like I have returned to the ancient times, in a lonely wilderness..."
"Are you kidding me? Hasn't this Qin Dong never heard of him having any literary name? How come his poems surpassed Liu Wenxin's in one fell swoop, to such an extent..."
"It's unbelievable! It's really unbelievable! Could it be that Qin Dong was born with a genius in poetry? Or is it that he is a great figure in the literary world, and he has always been indifferent before, but in fact he has always been pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger..."
The people in the field are all the leaders of the immortal sect. Which one is not a human spirit? Have extremely high literary attainments? As soon as I tasted it, I was deeply shocked by the artistic conception in Qin Dong's poem.
If Liu Wenxin's poems are considered to be excellent works, then Qin Dong's poems are undoubtedly the masterpieces of eternal quatrains.
It is still the kind that can be remembered for centuries and be passed down for thousands of years.
Which one is better or worse can be known at a glance.
It can even be said that if Qin Dong's work is compared to Liu Wenxin's work, it will be a complete crushing!
It seems that the two sides are not at the same level at all, and they are completely different.
"It's fake! Mr. Qin, weren't you unable to answer the question just now? Why did you suddenly create this eternal quatrain? No, it's really wrong. You must have cheated in order to surpass the artistic conception. My best work..."
Liu Wenxin was completely stunned. In order not to embarrass himself too much, he had no choice but to use forceful words and cite any random reason to smear Qin Dong.
"Cheating? Remember what I said just now? If the sun and the moon don't compete with the fireflies, you will want to die by running into them. Now that you lose, who can blame you?"
Qin Dong said, flicked his fingers, and said: "If you don't believe it, I can use this as the title and create a few more songs for you to see, what is the difference between heaven and earth..."
"It's impossible. It's a fluke to create one of these eternal quatrains. If you can create one one after another, it would be unless Wenquxing came to earth!" Liu Wenxin said with a blushing neck.
